The bell rang and everyone scurried from the classroom to the cafeteria. As Justin and I tried to leave the classroom, Mr. Owens, the guitar teacher, stopped us at his desk.

"Next time you two goof off in my class, it's detention for both of you." He said. "Now get to lunch." Justin and I both exited the classroom, trying hard not to laugh.

"Next time you two goof off in my class, it's detention for both of you." Justin said in a deep mockingly voice making me laugh.

Thousands of laughs and smiles later, Justin and I finally made it to the cafeteria where Miley awaited for us with Nick at a table. We got our food and walked over to Miley and Nick. I looked around for Selena, but she wasn't anywhere to be found. I missed her, honestly. We've been friends ever since we were seven when we met in the casting line for Barney & Friends.

As Justin sat down across from Nick, Taylor's nimble body stood in front of me.

I rolled my eyes. "What do you want?" I asked. She lifted up her tray and smeared all of her uneaten food onto my shirt. I grabbed anything that was near by, which was Justin's pizza, and smeared it all over her peach colored dress.

"You fucking bitch!" She yelled. "Don't you know this is Gucci?"

"FOOD FIGHT!" Someone shouted over everyone.

In a matter of seconds, food was flying everywhere. As I ducked down on my knees to avoid all of it, I felt something slimy hit my shoulder. I looked around and saw Justin ducked under table, laughing so hard that he looked as if he was about to die. I moved the spaghetti from my shoulder and threw it right back at him with it landing flat on his face and some even in his mouth. I stumbled back laughing.

The cafeteria doors swung open making a loud sound once it hit the wall and in walked the principal, Dr. Maccabee. I stood up along with Justin. Food stopped flying and no one moved. The room was dead silent.

"Who started it?" He yelled. Taylor immediately pointed her finger at me. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. So childish. Dr. Maccabee pointed his finger at Taylor and I. He gestured for us to follow him which we did as we left the room full of whispers.

I had never gotten in trouble except for that time Selena and I wrote on our lockers with dry erase markers, but it did come off.

He led us to his office as the bell rang for fifth period. I hated History. Luckily, I wouldn't be there to listen to Ms. Henry talk about subjects that were irrelevant to what we were supposed to be learning.

As I sat down, Taylor pulled the chair out from under me, making me stumble back and hit my head on the wall.

"You were sitting in my seat." She snarled while siting down in the chair. I stood up and made my way to the other red chair, before pulling it a couple of inches away from her.

Dr. Maccabee sat down and intertwined his fingers together on top of his desk. "Cut it out." He said. "What happened in the cafeteria was unaccepta-"

"I started it. It was just me." Someone blurted out, cutting off Mr. Maccabee. We all looked over at the open door with Justin standing in the doorframe. I slightly shook my head and mouthed, "don't", but he didn't listen.

"Since I don't know exactly what happened," Mr. Maccabee said in his extremely deep voice. "I'm having all three of you clean the cafeteria after school and I'm giving your parents a call. You're lucky I didn't assign a month of detention. Now, get to class."

We all got up and left the office with Justin by my side and Taylor behind me. I kept looking back at her, making sure she wouldn't try to pull some stunt on me.

"Why did you try to take the blame for me?" I asked. Before Justin could answer, Taylor stepped on the back of my boot. I lost my balance and plummeted to the floor while Taylor laughed obnoxiously.

"You're so fat, your feet couldn't even hold you up. I wouldn't be surprised if the floor was struggling to hold you right now." She said laughing to herself.

Justin looked at her with his eyebrows furrowed. "Can you stop being a bitch?" He asked. She rolled her eyes before walking away with her heels clanking against the floor. Justin stuck out his hand and I gladly took it. He pulled me up and we continued to walk down the hall. "Why does she do that?"

I shrugged. "I don't know."

•❤•

I dropped my backpack onto one of the tables in the cafeteria that wasn't covered in food while humming the tune of "Nightingale" which was one of the many songs I had finally completed. It was actually one of the songs I was most proud of especially since it's about Trenton.

I was the first one here, which just made everything awkward. Mr. Maccabee walked up to me with a rectangular claveles spatula and a bucket.

"Get started." He said sitting back down. I walked over to the wall and started scraping the dried food into the bucket. God, this was gross.

As I scraped down pieces of mashed potatoes from the wall, someone walked up to me and started doing the same thing. I knew it was Justin just by the shoes they wore, Supras.

"Nice shoes." I commented, breaking the silence. He thanked me and that was it. It was dead silent. All you could hear was the sound of Mr. Maccabee shuffling through papers. The silence was driving me crazy. It was like we stopped breathing in the room.

We were both last to leave. Taylor never showed up, but that wasn't surprising.

We didn't even clean the cafeteria the way we were supposed to. We ended up throwing some of the scraps out of an open window.

I kept wishing Justin would make a move as we walked down the vacant hallway. We were all alone, but the air was so still. The tension was building in my mind.

"Do you have a ride?" Justin finally asked as we pushed our way through the front door of the school.

"My friend, Miley, should be here soon." I said, leaning against the rusty stair rail.

"Alright. Well, I'll see you tomorrow." He said, before giving me a hug along with a kiss on the cheek and walking off into the parking lot.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Miley's number.

"Demi?" Miley's voice made it's way through the phone.

"Hey. Where are you?" I asked, looking out past the parking lot for her car.

"Meet me on the south side of the school." She said, before hanging up.

Just as I was about to put my phone away, my mom called.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Demetria, Dallas is coming home for dinner. Be home by six." She informed.

"Okay." I smiled and hung up. I missed Dallas so much ever since she ran off to college leaving Madison and I behind.

I stuffed my phone back into my jean pocket and started walking towards the south side. I turned a corner only to be disgusted by the ugly sight. It was Terrence with his friends goofing off. I turned around and tried walking around the other way, but I was too late. Terrence had already spotted me. I heard his feet step in my tracks and I knew I was dead.

"Hey, love." I heard him say as he grabbed my wrist spinning me around. His friends had already left.

"Let go of me." I pleaded. He laughed and attacked my lips. I tried pushing, but it was no use. He had a tight grip. He slid his finger up my ACDC shirt. I quickly kneed him in his stomach. Luckily, there weren't any school security cameras near by. Terrence held his stomach in pain.

I ran across the dead school grass and saw Miley in the distance. I ran to her car and got in.

"Was that Terrence?" She asked through her dark sunglasses. I nodded while out of breath. "Stay here." She hopped out of the car and made her way over to him.

I saw her mention something repeatedly to him, before walking back to the car and holding up her middle finger high in the air. She took off her glasses and laid them on the dashboard.

"If he keeps doing this, you really should tell someone, Demi. It's not okay." She said. I knew that was the fight thing to do, but I'd tell Taylor before I told my parents or even Justin.

I nodded. "I know."

Author's Note:

Sorry this chapter is extremely dumb. -.-